A Wish to Grab Happiness

- Pooh, ooh, ooh.

"... what's that, what's that?

For a moment, the noise of a shitty horn rang across the slum. Its tone, which occasionally echoes in the slums, makes people look up to heaven. Everyone faces out of small windows and houses just to find out what he is all about, and it is time to shut his mouth with only a few open-air shops that should be noisy.

But that won't be the only reason for the silence all day. The intruders who were not supposed to exist here, the figure of the guards who were supposed to look around the city of Galuamaria on a daily basis, had taken their voices away from the slum dwellers.

"Lieutenant, I'm sorry. The thief goes to the alley of the slum like a feather on his leg. But the collaborators and thinkers have secured it."

The deputy captain and the man who was told so. Although it is a slightly thin body, its body makes it feel more like sharpness than weakness.

It was the child that the crew had secured. I'm not even old enough, I'm a girl. It's neat and tidy, but the way it's dressed and meaty is just like being a slum person. In one hand, a thin dirty horn is trembling.

A glance at the product, which would no longer be handled even by the antiquities merchant, and the man, called the deputy captain, looked down at the girl and said away in an extremely cold voice.

"Is it true you let the thief escape?"

To that question, the girl answered nothing. Nothing, I couldn't answer. The mouth is closed as if frightened, and the throat does not spasm or make a single sound.

With a slight eye, a man stares. Unexpectedly, the end of the girl's mouth bounces.

Those eyes, reminiscent of reptiles, would not be very but familiar.

Even the crew who are supposed to be securing the girl accidentally sweats colder than that forehead. The heart was frightened and made a noise, wondering if it could be attributed to the fact that it was no longer busy.

Sooo, while narrowing his tight eyes, a man's finger strokes the neck of the girl with the horn. The girl's shoulder sways to resist for a moment and is held back by the crew's arms.

There, black mole. No, the tattoo was engraved. Once, a sign of sin. A testimony of those who have sinned unforgivably and have received their reward within the walls.

Okay, that's settled. The man's jaw snorted.

"Fine. If you're a thief, you don't add or subtract as much as a girl. Now slash your right arm according to the law."

One of the instructed crew members unhesitates to pull out the sabel. Rigid, blue fillets reflected the sunlight.

The girl's frightened eyes opened in an instant and a cold sweat on her spine. Disgust as if more than one bug crawled up on its heel. To the impending feelings of fear and impatience with the momentum of fury, the knee does not try to move.

The eyes looked around to ask for help.

There are plenty of people around. That's countless. In contrast, the guard corps humans are five, including a man called the deputy captain. Once surrounded, you can overwhelm as much as you want. No single elite can counter the number of violence.

But there's no response to that gaze. The people around you, they don't say anything. Like a girl, I can't say anything.

Try one of the complaints. Then my arms will fly next. No, if you suck, your neck flies. Who can say? The opponent is a human being in that castle wall. We are not inferior people.

So I can't tell you. There's no way I can tell you. Naturally. Because it's natural. There's no way we can do anything. It's stupid, it's natural to be stomped on, because we're the only ones who can look down and live today.

Everyone was deprived of that will. Everyone was desperate to leave that thought to the heavenly voice and play the role of slum dweller. Everyone tried to be a roadside stone.

Yeah, this is something we can't help.

The girl was biting one's lips and cursing her own voiceless throat. Oh, if only I had a voice for myself, I'd curse everything in the world as well as my throat.

With the horn of my last wish, it no longer makes any sense. My brother, who once rushed me if I heard that tone, I'm sure he won't come any more.

Yeah, but that's good. If I die, my brave brother may come back to life. Maybe you'll change everything.

So, that guy doesn't have to come either.

The sabel is shaken down as it wraps around the blue light. I can't make it anymore. Its luxurious right arm is slashed off. That is no longer as far as people can make it.

People's, breathtaking sounds, overlap.

"Hey... you know, Rugis... uh... do you have ears that listen to people's voices now?

What a toothpick and fialert squeaked so as he rushed through the darkness early on.

Looking back once, he was hooded close to his eyes, and the color of his hair was stupid, and he couldn't even ask about the look of the fialert.

Its shoulders rise and fall slightly and its breath is lifted. Though she adds and subtracts so she can follow me, it was natural, though, because she runs around in the slums without a break.

So exactly, I open my mouth thinking that's my wish for a break.

"Sorry, I can't rest like that. When it blows the horn, it's decided and the devil's arm sticks around his neck. The habit, if you pay him for his arm, is that he doesn't seem to be in the mood."

Slightly slowing down the speed of the foot, but still remaining on the fast foot, I follow the back road. Slums are strangely dark wherever they go.

Looking back, Fialert shook her neck to the side to deny the words. I narrowed my eyes, then what is it, and asked, with a broken breath, I said.

"Um... I don't know. I look at you. Actually, angry, no?

The word, which was said to the end, was strangely weak, even as it was interrupted. Things are very different from the words I heard before I left.

Ringing his throat reflexively as he rounds his eyes on the boulder.

I tried to get the word out, but I had no idea what to say to that word as if it had cut me weak.

What the hell is wrong with you? Such weakness is foolish I have never seen or heard of when I was traveling once.

By and large, was she a woman who cared about my emotions? No, a woman named you wouldn't have.

"Ya, dude... was that annoying, dude... I couldn't help it, I don't know what I can do... but when you put it down, I don't think I need it..."

While I was searching for words to hang, that kind of outburst of fialert, flipping through my chest, kept my emotions flowing. Meanwhile, the back didn't turn around. I didn't turn around.

I thought she was a very, very strong woman. The only thing that makes me look weak is the woman. It's kind of bad, like I blame you. Rather, it's like I don't want to see it. I had such emotions in my chest. Yeah, think you're weak, and you can hold onto something good.

In front of me, I can see the light. We should be out on the boulevard soon. Perhaps the sound of the horn comes from beyond.

"Wow, I know. He said he said something weird himself. But come on..."

I hope I don't have to try to leave you. The words whining so obstinately tell us that the sun has not yet cleared up in his chest.

"That's what I said who doesn't need it. No, I need it. Fialert. In fact, apparently I can't do it alone to get on stage."

How he spoke to the fialert, and the words he was making, scattered from end to end of his brain, were instantly misty.

When the sight in front of me said that such a thing was unnecessary, it tore away the chisel as well. Pull out the sabel, look like a guard regiment. I won't even try to stop that, slum dwellers. And it's seized, the girl - Wood's sister, the look of Cereal.

I can't make it. It's still small, and no matter how hard I run from here, it's not very timely. That is beyond human limits. Only those with talent can cross that line.

I don't think so. So as it is, all ends naturally can proceed as the world makes sense.

The girl's right arm falls, the slum man receives the result with his giving up, and the guard corps lives to step on them.

I don't care how it ends. Oh, even if you don't mind.

But on my own, I can't get to that stage.

"I asked you, fialert. I'm being ignored by the goddess of good fortune. If you don't help me, I'm not gonna make it that far. Be vigorous and be precise."

Yes, I said, with a grin that forced me to hit my cheek, even though I couldn't afford much. Even myself, I know I'm saying things that are quite foolish.

But I couldn't help but say nothing to that weak figure that I saw slightly.

Because I understand the urge to trample myself when I can't do anything like myself. Because I deeply engrave in my heart the pain of sipping mud that people do not need.

For a moment, its black eyes are enlarged and the fialert is stiff. But it was only for a few moments.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. I'll treat you without the madness of dimensions - because I'm the one who cast you."

I see you look familiar. The way you feel confident everywhere.

Undisputed, I once saw with these eyes, the figure of Fialert La Borgograd.